This has been an autumn of incomparable beauty in these parts!
Do I say that every year?
I believe I do and, yet, this year seems special. It might be because I have taken more than the normal number of opportunities to get out and enjoy this fall. I’ve taken multiple leaf-peeping drives with my mom, made that trip to the Wild Center with Don, and had a bracing walk in the woods with a friend.
I’ve sought out autumn color, in panoramic views.
And up close.
In the mountains.
And by the lake.
In my own yard.
The best thing about autumn here, maybe, is that it shows up everywhere. Even on the ugliest commercial highway, I’ll see one glorious tree. Or in a muddy patch, one bright leaf. At every turn of the road, is a new reason to gasp out loud and stop and admire.
This year I’ve made a point to drive rural roads where there’s so little traffic I can hit the brakes, put the car in reverse, and go back to take a good look at a view I glimpsed out of the corner of my eye.
And try to capture it in a photo, or ten, to share with you.
And still, I never, ever, feel like the photos do justice to the scenes. The colors don’t sparkle, the leaves don’t shimmer in the crisp breeze, and photos can’t convey the glory of it all.
And yet every year I try.
So here you have Autumn 2019. It was all an autumn should be.
The big rains and wind came a couple days ago and took most of the leaves down.
And we are reminded again of the evanescence of beauty, the moment that passes too quickly, that “nothing gold can stay.” We must appreciate the gold, and the good, while we can.